Listening to his words, the two palace maids' faces suddenly turned pale.

"Seldom is the Great Qin sword cultivator who abandons the sword and practices the magic of Yin Gods and ghosts." One of the palace maids was silent for a moment and looked at him and said, "We did not expect that you would do this. Because since the Bashan Sword Field, all practitioners in the world have believed that the practice of your Qin people's natal sword is the king."

"It's just a means to fight the enemy. There is no kingly way, only the speed of practice." Su Qin smiled sarcastically, "If I were to abandon the sword and practice, I would have abandoned it as early as when I entered the Immortal Talisman Sect."

Another palace maid looked up at him and said softly: "I heard that Qin Jianshi is very proud."  ++++ Novels;Su Qin understood what she meant, smiled disconcertedly, and raised her head: "For me, my pride will always be in the future, not in the past."

The palace maid who made a sound before took a deep breath and said, "Except for the techniques recorded by the Twelve Witch Gods, there is no martial art in the world that can change your true energy so quickly, so the destruction of the Twelve Witch Gods is indeed related to you."

"Did you just want to know this from me?" Su Qin's smile became stronger: "You Emperor of Qi has been defeated, but you still don't give up and hold a glimmer of hope. Let's see if there will be anything related to the Twelve Witch Gods left on me. But he has been ruined. Is it meaningful for you to work for him?"

Hearing this sentence, the two palace maids looked hesitant.

But just when the hesitant look appeared on the two of them, the two and Su Qin had already taken action at the same time.

With a delicate shout, a black bamboo leaf-like shadow flew out of one palace maid's sleeve, cutting towards Su Qin's throat, while the other palace maid did not stop at all, and her figure flew backwards towards the palace gate behind.

These two palace maids were twin sisters, and they had the same intentions. As long as one escaped, the news that Su Qin had obtained a certain martial art of the Twelve Witch Gods.

The hesitant look that instantly appeared on the two of them was only used to confuse Su Qin.

The two of them had already performed perfectly, but what they received was Su Qin's more sarcastic smiles.

"It's a pity that you still have a little luck, or you are too greedy. If I let you in, you can escape directly, and you may be able to escape, but you still come in, trying to make sure if I really have the skills of the Twelve Witch Gods?"

When the first word of his words sounded, the black shadow flying towards his throat was already held by a bloody hand stretched out from behind him. The twelve witch gods themselves are the ancestor of all things of the Yin Gods and Ghosts, and the 9th witch gods are the beginning of the ancestors.

With a light pop, the black shadow with great strength was directly pinched into a soft black mist by the bloody hands that seemed to be frozen.

In the extremely shocked gaze of the palace maid, the bloody hand that grew from Su Qin's back slapped directly on her heavenly spirit.

Another palace maid whined, and she knew that her sister would definitely die. However, she did not look back, but her long black hair was separated from her body, and she woven into a black net behind her. Her body slammed heavily on the slightly open hall door in front of her and smashed it outward.

However, at this moment, a red line appeared on her throat.

When the red thread appeared on her throat, she saw the flashing sword light.

This is a very light gray small sword, like an inconspicuous dust piled above the hall gate. This small sword is also very ordinary and is not a good product among the flying swords. However, this inconspicuous flying sword lurked at the door like a poisonous snake for a long time, and at this time it harvested her life.

With the thunder blood squirting, her body fell heavily to the ground, less than one meter away from the palace gate. The blood sputtered onto the palace gate, but there was no more strength to get close to it.

Su Qin didn't even spend any effort to control the flying sword. He just let the very ordinary small sword fly out diagonally and nail it to the corner of the wall on one side.

There were tiny blood dripping on the ground on the sword, just like several small flowers blooming in the darkness in the corner of the wall.

"No matter how much I abandon the sword, I am at least a master Qin's sword. It is too simple for me to attack with a flying sword." Su Qin turned around and looked at him as he tried his best to die, and said with a slight sagging of his eyes.

The palace maid opened her mouth, and her mouth made a hissing sound, constantly rushing out of her blood foam.

Her throat had been completely cut off, and blood and true energy rushed out of it. She could not say anything anymore, but through her lips at this moment, Su Qin could still see the last sentence she said at this moment: "Killing people to practice will be punished by God."

"Everyone has vitality, what's the difference? No matter how powerful a practitioner is, he is just a wave aroused by the vitality of heaven and earth, a page of paper in history books."

Su Qin looked at her calmly and responded faintly.

When he finished speaking, the two palace maids who had brought him many beautiful memories were already dead.

The bloody hand behind him was still pressed against the Tianling of the palace maid who was killed by him first, and behind him, another bloody hand gradually condensed and was about to be born.

Kill some practitioners and use the energy transformed between life and death to condense into such a bloody hand that moves according to your will. This kind of practice is too simple. Even if the true essence cultivation temporarily stagnates and breaks through the seventh realm, the Thousand Hands can eventually form according to this technique, and the power of these Thousand Blood Hands will still grow with the growth of the true essence cultivation, like a huge magic circle.

The number of anything will cause qualitative changes after it is too large. For Su Qin, it doesn't take much time, and it is not impossible for him to cross the border to challenge the strong.

For practitioners, nothing is more pleasant than the growth of power, especially the rapid growth of this power is even more intoxicating.

Even Su Qin, who had experienced several ups and downs, could not help but indulge in this smell at this time, and was so happy that he felt like he wanted to moan.

However, within a few breaths, his body suddenly stiffened, and a strong fear surged from the bottom of his heart.

The bloody hand behind him gathered into his body frantically, and his whole body swept backwards.

In the sound of breaking through the air caused by his body's rapid flight, the palace gate quietly pushed open.

The figure of the Tse man in black robe appeared beside the body of the palace maid who was lying in the gate of the palace. His faint and cold voice also sounded: "Do you think you can escape?"

Seeing that the Great Qi practitioner who appeared in front of him was the one he was most reluctant to face, Su Qin's eyes were filled with cold air, and the disabled left finger in his sleeve suddenly twisted and flicked wildly.

The Tse people just stood at the gate of the hall.
Chapter completed!